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I'm not having Christmas this year.
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I'm going to Santa Fe with Karl.
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I know. It just seems rash and--and impulsive,
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but I've always dreamed of spending Christmas there,
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with the snow and the little candles in the paper bags on the rooftops.
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I know it sounds like a fire hazard,
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but it looks so beautiful in the magazines,
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and I'm sure you will all have a much better time
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without me around being all me.
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There he is. I have to go.
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So... The decorations are all stacked in the living room.
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Take whatever you want, and if you have a problem,